Maya: Oh, it looks like you swapped out those scanners that were causing hand cancer.
Amy: Yes.
Maya: Uh, no disciplinary write-ups in the last quarter.
Amy: Yeah. No... no... no need. Good.
Cheyenne: [on the phone] I don't know where your nice flip-flops are, Bo. Just wear anything.
Amy: Excuse me just one second.
Maya: Uh-huh.
Amy: Cheyenne, you know we're not supposed to be on personal phone calls on the floor.
Cheyenne: Just one second. You can't just blow it off. You have to get here. Take a bath with the dogs later. My husband's being such a b-munch right now.
Amy: Okay, well, just because he's being a b-munch, doesn't mean that's a good enough reason to not be working.
Cheyenne: Totally. Bye, Bo.
Amy: Honestly, this never happens.
Maya: Well, it's hard to police phone stuff.
Amy: Well, not for me, it isn't. Attention employees. Uh, listen up. Just a reminder that this couch here is not a mobile hot spot. No cell phones, per usual. Don't know why I have to say it again.
Russell: Can whoever is talking keep it down? We're trying to watch news anchor fails and the sound quality's full "garbagio."
Amy: She did put her phone away.